Endless Vibe

**Five**

Zainab's POV

Yesterday ended quite okay, the paper was not that thought as I expected. French is not among my best subjects. But from what I saw and wrote yesterday, I think I will have something of 65%. And that's something I never had in the history of zainab and french.

Yesterday, was also the last day I would see all my classmates, because mamie is having an internation conference in paris, my dream country. We will be leaving in two days time. imran, nana and amra are not going because they are still going to school. They would be left with Daddy, who rarely stays at home, and ammi, our step mother by mistake and regret. That woman is a bitch, and till today, I will never be able to forgive her. Mamie and daddy really had a soft heart for forgiving her so easily. You all don't understand what am saying here until you know what exactly happened.

It all started when mamie and daddy were young, even though they are still young, according to them.
Mamie was pregnant with amra. Then, I was five while imran was two. Daddy came back home that day very angry. He went straight to mamie's room and started shouting at her and even slapped her, which was very unusual. I don't really know what is about then, until know that I developed some senses as a teenager, you know what I mean.

Flashback
"I never thought you would stoop so low to do something like that. I trusted you and gave you every thing you ever wished for. But because your selfish interest is above everything. You are lucky of one thing" fadil paused and pointed at my stomach. "you are pregnant with my child. Wait, how am I sure it's even mine, after what happened." He concluded. By then, I was boiling, how could he accuse me of something like that, yes I know I made a big mistake for not trusting him, and making people watch him. But that's because I was afraid of loosing him to any woman. But for him to accuse me of something like that is totally out of point.

I wiped my tears and looked up. He was still standing where he was."I know I made a mistake for not trusting you and making people watch you. But how dare you call my child a bastard? " I cried.
"go ahead and do whatever pleases you fadil,do what ever pleases you. I have heard enough"
I spoke.
"you accused me of something I didn't do right? Then I will prove you correct" he said and stormed out.

I never thought that a day will come that Fadil will shout at me like that, and even accuse me of something.like that.
"mamie!" Jabbaa and imran both came in. Ya Allah, I hope they didn't witness the scene.
" mamie you are crying." Jabbaa said wiping away my tears.
"no sweetheart, am not." I replied faking a smile.
Imran's climed the bed and sat on my lap. "daddy bad." He said and hugged me. Ya Allah, they witnessed it.
"no no no imran darling, daddy is not bad." I told them.
"but mamie he slapped you, and he said that the baby inside your tummy is not his, And you once told me that dady is the only one allowed to give it to you." She stated. Lahaula fi sha'atillahi, a five years old noticed this thing, am doomed.

"no, not at all jabba, he just said it, he didn't mean it." I stood up. "dinner is ready, lets go" I told them.

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It's been three days since I last saw fadil. I tried calling him several times, but he doesn't pick. I told my mum about what happened, she said I should keep on trying and pray to god. I did my best wallahi, throughout these three dayi, I have not been sleeping. All I do is to pray pray and pray.

"mamie mamie, your phone." Zainab came running with my phone.
I checked the caller id, and saw it is amti, my mother-in-law.